[ ah, that. she offers him a pensive glance before she turns back to her drink, her eyes closed in thought. ]

Feel free to take such words back to that land. The City is much the same way, so I know such things are a rarity.

[ but she doesn't sound troubled about that. it's simply how it is, and how she lived, for a time. ]

Deceits packaged as truth, at every turn. The pursuit of objectives outside your own, for the fulfillment of those above you, in order to survive. Was your pursuit of what amounts to heresy an effort to free yourself from that cycle?